The Elf With the Very Special Skill

Elves are known for toys and dough,
For cookies baked in festive rows.
They hammer, stitch, and sprinkle cheer,
And work their magic every year.

But hidden deep in Santa’s crew,
There is a skill just known to few.
A talent whispered soft like myth,
A secret art they call the Gift.

And one small elf named Tinsel McGlee
Was famous for it across the tree.
Not carving wood or icing treats,
But what he did between the sheets.

See, Tinsel had a tongue so quick,
It could outpace Saint Nick’s sleigh trick.
A swirl, a twirl, a skill divine,
He made the grown folk gasp each time.

Which brought him straight to Mrs. Claus,
The queen of cheer with iron laws.
She found his talent quite a perk,
And put poor Tinsel right to work.

He barely slept from Christmas Eve,
For she would tug upon his sleeve.
“Come here, my elf, I need delight,
Bring all that magic tongue tonight.”

By sunrise he was woozy, spent,
His little legs all wobbly bent.
He sighed, “I miss the cookies’ taste,
Instead I serve Mrs. Claus with fevered haste.

“All day I lick, all night I please,
My tongue has seen more shifts than trees.
I beg for rest, I beg for peace,
But she just shouts, ‘More joy, release!’”

Yet still he serves, year after year,
Obeying every call he hears.
Though tired, dazed, and out of breath,
He keeps his title till his death.

So when you hear the sleigh bells ring,
And Mrs. Claus begins to sing,
Just know it’s not the reindeer’s flight…
It’s Tinsel’s tongue pleasing her all night.